The Orphanage WARNING, WARNING: Extreme Pedo, M g, M b, g,g anal, rape, abuse, death. If hardcore sex with children offends you leave now. If the word nigger pisses you off go away now. This story is about an Orphanage in the 1930 that has fallen on hard times. See how the nuns work things out in the Orphanage... The Orphanage of Blessed Virgin sat on the north end of the city. A ten foot stone wall surrounded the ten acre compound. A blackened limestone church sat at the center of the land. The orphanage was built around all four sides of the church. The buildings were three stories high and had a clay tiled roof. The roofline was pierced by chimneys every twenty feet. The compound had been constructed in 1886 with a grant given by a steel tycoon. He ran the giant mills ringing the city that spewed toxic smoke from their blast furnaces. Most of the children that were placed in the facility came from parents who worked and died at the mills. Those mills had shut down in the crash of 1929 and did not reopen in the boom caused by World War 2. Once the mills were shut down the economy of the city crashed and the orphanage fell on hard times. The staff was cut in half yet more children were sent to the home during the great influenza outbreak of 1931. The sisters at the Orphanage turned to the coffers of the mother church but they were told that there was no money for them during the Great Depression. Mother Superior Mary hit on a way that the children could earn cash to keep the home open. The older children were rented out to the few wealthy families in the city as domestic live in help, but in reality they were little more than slaves working seven days a week 14 hours a day. The children were often sexually abused. This still did not generate enough cash so the word was put out through a network of like minded sisters that for a price young children were available for cash on the barrel head. Two dollars got you a half an hour to do what ever you wanted to the child. For five dollars you could use the child all night. For fifty the child was yours with no paperwork and no questions were asked. If you returned a body to be buried in the graveyard behind the dormitories it did cost $10.00 to inter the body. The orphanage had at one time a school for the children to attend but all pretense was done away with when the Sisters closed the classrooms. Another school was opened where the young children were taught to service both men's and women's sexual perversions. The school uniforms were sold to a rag picker and the children both boys and girls wore only a thin T-shirt year-round. The playground was torn up and a truck patch was planted to grow their own foodstuffs. Hogs and chickens were taken in on trade for the children's bodies from the farmers that lacked the cash. When the children were not servicing their John's they were working in the garden or caring for the barnyard animals. The Orphanage's laundry was run with child labor and took in the dirty laundry of the wealthy. Even though they grew enough food to adequately feed the children they were kept on a starvation diet which kept them thin and weak. The excess food was sold to restaurants and family run markets. The Sisters were actually turning a profit. Some of the sisters used that ill gained money for a shopping trip to Rome. They were granted an audience with Pope Pius XI and commend for their ability to take a failing enterprise and turn it around. The black car pulled into the driveway through the wrought iron gates. The uniformed driver a tall black man, pulled the imported German car to the rear of the compound and stopped next to a set of double doors. The man in the back of the long Mercedes Benz was smoking a black Cuban cigar. LeRoy the driver got out and put his uniform cap on and opened the door for his middle aged boss. "See to the fucking garbage in the trunk. I am going to be awhile, so here is $2.00 make good use of it and enjoy yourself." Thurstan Carnegie said as he went to use the services the Orphanage had to offer. Thurstan was the son of Andrew Carnegie who had been the brothels main benefactor. "Yes sir, thank you sir, I sure will get me a little trim while I am here." the large hulking coon said as he opened the door for his boss. He then went to the trunk of the removed the body of a young child that had been used up by the wealthy pervert. LeRoy carried the slight burden to a small stone block building next to the cemetery. He saw Bill the thin gaunt handy man that also served as the Orphanage's undertaker and grave digger. "Hay Bill, got one for you to plant. Won't need a big hole for her." the driver said as he lay the tiny dead child on a cold stone slab. "Fuck! You killed the cunt so you go dig the fucking hole. I got better things to do." he said as he spit a wad of cud from the nasty tobacco he chewed nonstop at the nigger's feet. "Twernt me what killed the child motherfucker. So you just go dig that hole or you and me is going to get busy." the huge nigger said as he balled his massive fist and rubbed with his left hand. "Fuck, LeRoy, I din't mean nothing by it. I was just saying, you know me. Leave the cunt and I will get to her directly." the cowardly man said backing in to a corner of the cluttered shed. "Thought so." was all the driver said as he turned and left the malevolent man shaking in his repressed rage. The ghoul slammed the old oak door and vented his rage on the mortal remains of the child. He ripped the old sheet off of her battered body and took a hammer and smashed her skull. He vented his wrath by pounding the little dead girl's chest with his fist. Spent he stood shaking over her corpse. The pervert pulled out his long cock and spread the dead child's legs wide and mounted the body. Her cold flesh closed around his cock and after a few short strokes he shot a spurt of thin watery cum in her vagina. He pulled out of her body and spit on her ruined face. The fiend got an apple crate and shoved the child's body in it. He broke her legs to get them to fit in the small wooden box. Bill grabbed a plank of wood and nailed it over the box. He put the sad coffin on a wagon and grabbed a shovel dig her eternal resting place. The grave digger stopped at a fresh grave and started to dig. He thought as he did, "fuckin' good enough for the likes of her." When he hit the lid of the buried coffin he stopped and dumped the apple box into the muddy hole. He let down his overalls and pissed on the crude coffin. He spit his wad of tobacco into the hole and started to fill it in. "Good day Mister Carnegie, it is so good to see you today. I have that new girl I phoned you about. She is fresh off the boat from Italy. We brought quit a few nice little Italian packages home with us from Rome, the streets were crawling with them. Il Duce, Benito Mussolini, himself arranged for the removal of as he called them 'street rats'. She does not speak a word of English but then I do not suppose that conversation is what you are here for." Sister Anglian said as she ushered the wealthy man to their best 'guest bedroom'. "She sounds like something I may wish to aquire, I will see how she does in the sack and let you know." the wealthy man said as he followed the nun into a small but well appointed apartment. The child sat on a stool looking out the window. She saw the warm glow of muted colors that came through the stained glass windows of the chappal. The image in the window was some saint giving a blessing to three small children kneeling and his feet. Aldene had been brought to this place after a week long passage on the SS Washington which was a 24,189-ton luxury liner of the United States Lines, and a train ride. It had been the first time she had ever been on a ship or taken a ride on a passenger train. The polizia locale (local police) had rounded up twenty street kids living in the Colosseum and delivered them to the US nuns. Only a few of the nuns here spoke Italian and other than the children she had come over with none of the other kids spoke her native tongue. Last night was the first night that she spent at the compound. The nuns had taken her clothing and put her and ten other girls about her same age of seven in a cold shower room and made them clean up. Once they had showered they were taken into a room and one of the nuns put them on a table with iron stirrps. One of the other nuns held her down while her feet were placed in the cold iron stirrups and strapped in. A wide leather belt was buckled across her nude chest and she was bound to the cold uncomfortable examination table. Aldene screamed when she saw the shiny steel tool the nun had in he hand. It looked like the beak of a penguin on a handle. The woman laughed and put her hands on the child's pussy. She spread the little cunt and took a small dab of rendered fat and rubbed her opening. The nun then pushed the specula In the child's body spreading her vagina. The ungodly woman took a sinful joy in inflicting pain in the horrified child. The blunt end of the specula only entered her body an inch when it encountered the child's hymen. Satisfied that the child was a virgin she pulled the tool out of her body. The child was given a cotton T-shirt to ware and then was taken to a dormitory on the third floor. The nun lead them up the stairs and into an attic room. There were twenty iron cots lined up in two rows. The old steel beds were army surplus from the World War. Their metal springs sagged when one of the children sat on the muslin straw stuffed mattress. There were no sheets on the thin lumpy moldy mattress just a thin warn scratchy wool blanket. "Pick a bed and go to bed, you all have a hard day tomorrow."the nun said as she shut off the light and bolted the iron door locking them in for the night. Aldene looked down the line of young girls and went to the smallest one there. She took the blanket off the small girl's bed and got back in her's. The young child cried until one of the older children pulled her into her bed and forced the small slender girl down between her legs. The larger girl forced the young child to eat her pussy. Aldene had slept in worst places than this. She fell asleep to the moans of the lesbian girl as she reached her climax. The sound of the iron door being slammed into the wall woke the girls. The light was turned on and three nuns came in and rousted them from their beds. They were marched down the stairs to the dining hall. The children were segregated by sex, with the boys on the west side of the compound and girls on the east side. The other young girls of the orphanage were already in line. They stood silently as they slowly moved toward the older children that had mess duty. They were dishing out a cup of thin watery gruel and a small chunk of stale bread. The children took their meager breakfast to long wooden tables with heavy oak benches and sat. There were stoneware crocks on each table filled with watered down milk, to day it was more water than milk. By the time the new wop children got to the end of the line there was little gruel and no stale bread. The children made their way to the last table and found that someone had taken their crock of milk. Aldene looked around to find their jug of milk. She saw a table next to their's that had two crocks. The table had some hard looking girls sitting at it. Aldene took the bowl of cold gruel from the same child she had taken the blanket from last night. She quickly drank the unpleasant tasting slop. The child smashed the stoneware bowl on the oak plank of the table and swiftly picked up a large sharp shard of the broken vessel. She walked over to the table that had the two crocks. An older larger mean looking girl stood up to confront the wop. She balled her small fist and started to say. "What the fuck do you thin...." but she did not get to finish the challenge for Aldene swung her fist into the gut of the towering child. The street-wise thug brought her knee into the face of the girl as she doubled over in pain. Aldene grabbed the ear of the stunned child and hacked it off with the sharp shard of stoneware. Blood flowed down her face from her shattered nose and missing ear. Aldene spun and threw a punch into the face of an onrushing child that was trying to jump her from behind. The blow flattened orphan's nose and she joined her gang member on the floor. Aldene threatened the other children at the table and they all backed off. She grabbed both of the crocks of milk and took them to her table. She drank her fill of the watered down milk and then left the rest of it for the other children at her table. Sister Dominique stepped in to forstall further blood shed and lead the newcomers out of the dinning hall. The corpulent nun leaned in to the bold wop child and said in Italian, "You will do fine here." Aldene was lead into a small well appointed apartment. The sister removed her T-shirt and told the child to sit on a wooden stool and wait for her first customer. "Oh and dearie you had best do whatever the man wants for I would hate to see one that has so much promise die at such a young age." Sister Dominique said as she went to fetch Mr.Thurstan Carnegie. The child sat on a stool looking out the window. She saw the warm glow of muted colors that came through the stained glass windows of the chappal. The image in the window was some saint giving a blessing to three small children kneeling and his feet. She thought that it looked like the young boy in the middle was giving head to the man as the saint had his hand on the small blond boy's head. The door opened and a man in his 50`s was shown in by Sister Dominique. "Here she is Thurstan. Enjoy her as you wish. Her name is Aldene, I call her my little fallen angel." she said as she left the man to his pleasure. "So you are a fallen angel? Well come over here and show me your body." Carnegie said in fluent Italian. "Hay Capo dei Capi ( boss of bosses) what is in it for me?" the spirited child said with her hand on her hips. "Well my primo bambino ( number one baby) if you are good enough in bed and let me do what ever I want to your body, I may just buy you and take you out of this stink hole. However if you disappoint me I shall leave you here. Now get on the bed and show me your little pussy." he said as he took off his coat and hung it on a rack next to the bed. "Sė, Capo, I do not like it here, I will show you my body and you will be my primo amante (first lover, number one lover). I will fuck you very good." the impetuous child said as she hopped on the bed and lay on her back spreading her legs wide open and using her small hands to spread the mound of her vagina for the rich man. He looked down on the raven haired child. Her skin was tinted almond and there was a fire in her dark cinnamon eyes. She had a fair complexion, her skin had a healthy sheen to it. Her budding breast were not much more than bumps on her chest but they promised future mounds of pleasure.Thurstan sat on the bed and bent to inspect the moist cavity of the child's sex. The folds of her vulva had not fully distended but were still tucked tight to her mound giving her slit a puffy pillow like look. He saw that her clitoris was a dark almond color and about the size of a pee. The folds of her pussy were moist and the inviting pink flesh promised a clinging tight passage for the pedophile's cock. He bent to her body and placed his face between the child's legs. He drank in the aroma of her undeveloped body. The child placed her hands on his head and lifted her loins to meet his skilled tongue. She felt his wet meaty flesh probe her body as he ran his mouth over her cunt. He started to suck on the vagina and massage the tender flesh with his lips. The wop child lay back and enjoyed his use of her body. His stimulation of her erotic flesh sent waves of sexual joy through her lascivious nubile body. Thurstan sent her over the edge and into body convulsing orgasms as he hummed against her wet flesh. She lay thrashing in the bed as she threw her legs over his head and drove her bucking cunt into his mouth. His skilled cuntalingus got her body ready for intercourse. He got off of her body and his desire matched the wanton need of her sex. The child jumped off the bed and ripped the clothing from the man as he joined in on the violent disrobing. Soon he was nude and his manhood stood erect. The cock that now stood up was not large in fact it was a bit on the small side as it was about five inches long and only as thick as a hot dog. The size of his cock drove him to desire the tight passages of children. She took the stiff cock in her hand and fondled its length. She had seen much larger cocks before and was glad that his was this size for she was afraid that a big one would hurt her. The wide head of the penis was leaking a milky sticky fluid and she touched it with her finger. She brought the glue like stuff to her lips and tasted his man milk. It was a bit soapy and bitter but not too bad. Her need was great and she wanted to please this man so she could leave the stinking cold confines of the Orphanage. She let him lift her and lay her on her back on the bed. She welcomed him into her body. He mounted her as she guided the head of his cock into her pussy. The rubbery head stretched the walls of her vagina and his cock inched inside her body. She felt the stiff cock push against the barrier of her hymen. She thrust her hips into his and the thin membrane was torn and allowed his cock entrance to her clinging birth canal. So tight was her flesh that she could feel each movement of his now thrusting penis. Her body stretched to alow his cock full penetration of her vagina. The child enjoyed the slight pain in her loins as it sent her over the edge again. The child dug her nails into the man's back and hugged him to her body trying to take all of him inside of her. He sought out her mouth and their lips locked. He pressed his tongue into her mouth and she instinctively sucked on it like a large nipple. She nursed his tongue sucking it deep in her warm moist mouth. Thurstan was driven over the edge and his ball dumped his cum into the constricting passage. He slammed his cock all the way in her small body and cried out in total joy as he filled her small pussy with cum. He lay jerking on her body and slowly came down from the sexual climax they had shared. The man rolled off of the child and held her in his arms. She pulled the soiled covers over them and cuddled in the after glow of wondrous sex . "Was good my Capo dei Capi?" the child asked as she toyed with his now smaller and quite sticky cock. "No my primo bambino, it was fucking fantastic. No shit you are the best fuck I have ever had. Let me clean that nasty pussy and see if I can get my little man to stand to the task and fuck you once again my love." he said as he mounted the child's love box yet again. At noon he called one of the nuns to bring them some lunch. The sister came in baring a silver tray filled with fresh fruit, warm just out of the oven bread and hand churned butter. A roasted rouster sat on a bed of boiled potatoes. Four ears of sweet corn still steaming from the pot were swimming in creamy butter.There was a dark green bottle of a good Italian red wine and two glasses. A large wheel of sharp cheese rested on a wooden cutting board and a sliver knife had been stuck in the red wax covering the costly cheese. They fed each other and after they had satisfied their bodies need for fuel they took a short nap. The wine had ran its course through his body and he felt the need to piss. His cock was standing rock hard when he moved his arm from his new sex toy. She awoke at his touch and seeing his flag at attention she saluted the shaft and sucked him to a quick but pleasing ejaculation. The child added his man cream to the wonderful lunch they had consumed. Once he had let down his water in the small bathroom he came back to his lover and consumed her. It was dark when he used the call cord hanging by the bed to summon the Mother Superior. "Well Mr. Carnage it seems you have hit it off quite well with our little wop vixen." she said as the two were still nude and in each others arms. "You could say that, yes you could Mother. I will be taking her home with me tonight. I believe that I still have a positive balance on my account here." he said as he fondled the child's sex. "Yes sir you have more than enough to purchase this child." the nun said pleased the the little hellion was out of her hair. There had been talk among the nuns that the strong willed child would be hard to control. "Find something suitable for my little belladonna to ware home. Then summon my nigger and tell him that I am ready to go home." he said as the child put her head in is crotch and sucked his cock. "I shall do that sir, I belive that he is buggering a boy on the West side of the home. I will find the little mink something to wear and be back forthwith." she said as she backed out the door of the apartment and went to find the nigger and something for the little slut to ware. LeRoy had left the loathsome Bill in his lair and went to spend the two green backs his employer had given him. He pulled the Mercedes Benz around to the west side of the compound and after he polished the auto he went in a door marked coloreds. There a Monk sat weaving a scourge out of leather made from the back of some poor departed child's backside. "What do you want nigger?" the monk said as he spit into a brass cuspidor at his feet. "Got some cash and I reckon I will have me some sweet white meat today. Something round five or six nice and small." he said as he noticed that the Monk's aim was none too good as foul globes of nasty juice stained the stone floor. "Let me see the color of your money first nigger." he demanded stretching out his hand. "Here it is, now go fetch me that boy or maybe I be tell'n Boss Carnegie how you be." the coon threatened. "Don't be getting uppity with me boy, we still got us a lynching tree out back. Keep your black ass here and I will go get you a boy to use." the monk spat as he grabbed the cash from the nigger's hand. The brown robed man walked up three flights of steps to the top floor. He entered the antic cells and went to a cage where some of the new boys from Italy were housed. He looked for the sickly child that had shit all over the mess hall that morning. The heinous supposed man of the cloth unlocked the iron grate and pulled the fevered ill child out. He slammed the grill closed ignoring the pleas of the children for water. The sick child could not stand so the monk had to drag the child down the stone steps. He did not think the boy would last the night, certainly now that the big nigger cock was going to be rammed in and out of the frail boy's body. He tossed the ill child at the nigger's feet. "Mind you now you kill him and it will be a sawbuck more for the trouble." he said as he went back to constructing his wicked scourge. The monk was tying bits of broken glass to the ends of the cat of nine tails to make the abuse delivered by the instrument of terror even more so. The ungodly monk smiled as the nigger picked up the dying child and fantasized having the big buck nigger bound to a cross and laying into his screaming body with the new whip. "Not in here you dumb nigger, take him out back in the pig pen and bugger him there. I don't want no nigger cum stinking up my whore house." he said as he pointed out the door the coon had come in. "Sure 'nough boss man." LeRoy spat as he carried the slight child out to the stinking pen where the hogs were kept. He took a bale of new straw and spread it over the ground in the far corner of the shed. The large nigger took the soiled T-shirt off of the sickly child and held his nude body in his hands. The child moaned and babbled in his foreign tongue. The boy's skin was a sallow yellow and his eyes were dull and sunken in his skull. His lips were cracked and dry. His skin hung loose on his emaciated frail body. The child's ribs stuck out yet his belly was distended swollen with noxious gas. His little penis hung limp next to his bald nut sack that was no more than a bubble of fat crisscrossed with fine lines. The child's testes were tiny marble sized balls resting in the small flesh pouch. LeRoy flipped him over and looked at his anus. The puckering ring of skin was red and raw from the acid watery diaria that dysentery had brought to the torment child. He found small white body lice clinging to his fevered sallow skin. The nigger ran his hand through the filthy dull black hair. He found lice infesting the child's head. He lay the shaking child over a straw bale and took off his uniform and hung it on rusty nails sticking out of the oak walls of the pigsty. The nigger's huge cock was stiff and wanted some honkie ass. He pulled the boy's legs apart and spit on his small anus. He knelt on the ground and held the child's body as he pressed the head of his ebony throbbing cock into the child's rectum. The afflicted child screamed as the large cock head stretched his tiny anus. The pain brought the dying child out of his lethargy as he thrashed against the rape of his bowel. The huge cock filled the boy's rectum and as his ass hole stretched black shit shot out along with noxious gas. The vile shit lubed the nigger's thick cock and as the boy's rectum stretched LeRoy was able to rape the white piece of shit faster. He got all of the 12 inches of his massive cock inside the child. The pain filled the terrified child's mind and he called out for the mother that five years ago abandoned him on the steps of the Vatican. No one would answer his pleas for mercy as the large cock rammed in and out of his tormented body. Blood now flowed out of the ruined anus. The coon felt his balls tighten up and knew that he was going to cum in the child's ass. He put his massive hands around the dying child's throat and cut the air off to his struggling body. The boy died as the nigger shot his thick ropes of cum in the ass. LeRoy worked the handle of a pitcher pump and got a troth filled with the cold water. He used some lye soap he found on a shelf in the hog pen. He cleaned himself up as well as he could and then tossed the small boy into the pen holding the ten large sows. The hogs tore into the small body ripping his dead flesh from his small bones. By morning there would be nothing but bloody mud to mark the dead boy's final resting place. The herd of hogs were quite efficient in removing garbage from the Orphanage. The colored man sought out the only other coon that worked at the Orphanage an aged man that had been born a slave in 1864 in Texas. The honkies at the compound just call him Uncle Tom. LeRoy heard the twang of an old guitar playing the blues coming from the shack. He knocked on the ramshackled door. "Hay Nigger what you be doing?" he said as he opened the rough plank door. He saw the timeworn slave sitting on his bunk holding his prized possession a Gibson L4.The L-4 was first introduced in 1911 as an acoustic rhythm guitar with an oval sound hole. The dark brown instrument hummed as the nigger played a soulful tune. It was Nobody Knows You When You Down and Out. "Hay yourself Nigger, I just be playing my old guitar, this little tune be done by Bessie Smith. I heard her up in Chicago down on Maxwell street. She sure can sing it brother. What the hell yo don'n here? Yo getting some little boy ass again yo sick bastard." the old coon said as a young boy was sucking his black cock. "Sure nuf I just had me a sick little wop, left his ass with the pigs. Looks like yo got this honkie trained to give head." LeRoy said as he looked at the ten year old boy servicing the old man. "Hay Timmy boy get off yo knees and put that little ass in the air so my friend here can fill it with his big black cock. Mind yo keep sucking my fuck-stick boy." he order the child as he saw LeRoy pull his long thick cock out of his pants. The boy stood up and bent over exposing his well used ass. He pulled his cheeks apart to let the nigger push his cock in his body. By now he loved the pain. It was either learn to love it or jump out of the third floor window to the stone courtyard below as many children had done when they could no longer take the abuse. Timmy moaned as the thick rubbery head stretched his anus and inched up his bowel. He sucked the thick cock in his mouth milking the cum as the old nigger went off deep in is throat. The two Niggers used the boy until a Monk came and told LeRoy to get his black ass in gear for his boss wanted to leave. He left old Uncle Tom fucking the lad and got the car. He picked up his boss and his new sex toy, she looked like a good one..... This is fantasy. Nothing more than words put together to tell a tale, a sick twisted tale to be sure. Do any of this shit for real and it will end badly with you bent over a bunk in prison getting some of LeRoy's cock up your ass. If you got this far why not let me know what you think of it at wordweaver69@gmail.com Arlin